I am a nut magnet. They always seem to find me. It must be because I look wealthy or generous. I am not, have never been and never will be wealthy so I guess that leaves generous. I must have a kindly face. They stop me wherever I go. They usually ask me for money although a woman a few weeks ago rambled on so (talking about her kids and the Police and all other kinds of stuff that didn’t make much sense) that I had no idea what she was really asking me. When she finally came up for air mid-ramble, all I could think was, “what?!” Then there was the drunken guy who kept asking me if he could ask a question. I told him I was late and had to go. Last night at the gas station, as I finished pumping gas, I heard, “Ma’am? Ma’am?” I stopped as I was climbing into the car to see what he wanted. He told me he’d left his wallet in Leroy, NY, and he’d only managed to scrape up $1.25. He then asked me if I knew where Attica State Prison was and said he was on his way south of there. Why he chose that as a reference point, I have no idea. It didn’t endear him to me at all. He wanted to know if I could give him at least $3.00. I told him I didn’t carry cash (I don’t) and shut the car door. My favorite was the guy who reversed direction three times to follow me as I was walking to my car after work. I caught him galloping along like he was riding a horse to catch up with me. I ended up pushing the ‘close door’ button in the elevator in the ramp garage to keep him out. See? I am a nut magnet. You’d think I was a squirrel or something with all the nuts I keep collecting!